Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has shaved his head bald. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Raer was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Cook they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Marshal, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Family, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (15 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Coral (100 gp). White opal (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and he perpetually has his club ready. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has amber eyes and a pastel hat with a white feather.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Rolen was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.